Heart sick at the sight of theStatus SeekerIn a sense I'm not beyond reproachThe aspiration to drop a nameWhen any rose might smell the sameMaybe you'll figure it out someday"I want to know you nowYou know I've always believed in you."

Nothing is sacredYou draw the bottom lineWith a dollar signChange of opinionAt the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusionAre you sanctified in yourJudgment of me?All that I deserve is what you wereUnable to see

In a garden where the seeds wereSpilledI favored the few that stood strongIn the sunAs I reached for the profit of my prizeI found I had trampled the forgottenOnes

Nothing is sacredYou draw the bottom lineWith a dollar signChange of opinionAt the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusionAre you sanctified in yourJudgment of me?All that I deserve is what you wereUnable to see

Nothing is sacredYou draw the bottom lineWith a dollar signChange of opinionAt the drop of a dimeGraceless intrusionAre you sanctified in yourJudgment of me?All that I deserve is what you wereUnable to see